...surely, the answer would be to direct Christians and others to look out for those who truly have nothing, instead of suggesting that those who have nothing turn to petty theft.
One of my problems right now is belief. I find all is dryness and pablum, and nothing about my faith stirs my heart as it has in the past. But it's a heartening thing to realize one can pray about this, not because of any religious feeling, but simply as an act of will.
It's not a pleasant place to be, but never has it seemed more precious to me that I don't base my faith on emotional highs and religious feelings.
I'm not the only one wrestling with these things, Connie is really listening at church and working things out. This morning she was dealing with Jesus being truly God and truly man. At first she explained it to me that Jesus was half man, half magician, which caused some amusement.
I explained that Jesus was fully human, not half human, and her response was - "But He's so powerful, how can He be human. We're human and we can't do the things He did." These are big thinks, even for an adult, never mind a six year old. I find much inspiration in the burgeoning faith of my children.
Well, m'dears, I'm out of hospital and managing to live my life out here. It really does feel like a brand new start, and I'm profoundly grateful for that sense. I've gone from total rest with nothing expected of me, to a busy house with a lot to do. It's a daunting prospect, as you might expect.
I haven't felt compelled to post recently, largely because all my spare energy is being put into the effort of normal day to day, including homeschool. I find my opinionated ways are tempered considerably by chores, which I think is probably no bad thing.
I've managed to do a little more creative writing, including some short story ideas which I might submit for publication to some women's magazines. That feels exciting and productive, and I might share some with you if I get time enough to do so (wrong computer to do it now!)
Anyway, just a quick catch-up from me - the girls are back from their Girl's Brigade Christingle service and I have a flurry of exciting tales about candles in oranges to enjoy!